Reborn As Super Heiress

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1555: Fatal Oversight

Among the group, only Fujiwara Seiho wore an icy expression. His purpose for coming here was to find that thing, but it was apparent he wasn’t the only one searching for it.

At least, as Fujiwara Seiho knew, Mr. Python and Mr. Huang, who were previously in the ancient tomb underwater in Magic Capital, were clearly also looking for that thing.

Therefore, before those two found the Divine Tomb Village, he had to locate that thing to avoid any prolonged complications.

However, the tunnel was fraught with danger, filled with countless unknown threats; the perplexing, endless passage alone was enough to instill profound anxiety.

So after weighing the pros and cons, Fujiwara Seiho agreed to Gao Yuyuan’s proposal.

Although that thing was indeed important, having it would be useless without his life.

Picking up the suitcase from the ground, Fujiwara Seiho, expressionless, said, ”Let’s go!”

Gao Yuyuan shined the flashlight back on their path, watching as Fujiwara Seiho and a few other bodyguards were the first to turn back, cross the flat ground, and head straight into the passageway on the right; the rest followed without a word.

Not to mention the Oil Rat and his group, even Fujiwara Seiho felt this passageway was like a voracious beast, a Netherworld monster that instilled inexplicable dread.

Even though they chose to turn back, Fujiwara Seiho’s heart still throbbed with anxiety, as if something was following them unnoticed.

But what exactly had they overlooked?

Fujiwara Seiho pondered over every detail from when they entered the tunnel, yet he still couldn’t make sense of it.

Shaking his head, Fujiwara Seiho decided to stop overthinking it; as long as they could safely walk out of the underground passage, everything else would be fine.

They picked up their things and started the trek back. After walking several meters through the tunnel, they reached a clearing, crossed the platform, and yet again faced two identical openings.

This was the way back. Following the path the Oil Rat took earlier, they had consistently chosen the left opening on their way in, so reasoning suggested that now they should take the right opening to go back.

So, without any objections, the group followed their instincts straight into the right passageway.

However, the moment they entered the right passageway, an uneasy feeling crept over Fujiwara Seiho’s heart.

He vaguely sensed something was off, though he couldn’t articulate what it was—a shroud of fear loomed over him, a shadow he couldn’t shake from his mind.

This made Fujiwara Seiho restless, gripping his dagger tighter, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Besides the sound of their footsteps, the tunnel was silent, the only movement coming from the flashlight beams dancing on the slate walls.

Such silence was normal in a millennium-old underground passage, but why the dread?

Fujiwara Seiho desperately tried to seize that elusive thought, but the more he tried, the less he could grasp it.

This was undoubtedly a psychological torment for Gao Yuyuan, who found himself in an unknown realm.

Soon, after nearly an hour of walking back through the passage, the oil rat’s flashlight flickered as they arrived at another fork, showing impatience on his face as he grumbled:

”Another fork, damn it, if I had known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have bothered coming along on your wild goose chase, forget about that damn commission. We’ve been trudging for over two hours in this godforsaken place and found nothing. We crossed so many twin fork passages on the way here, and we still have to do the same on the way back! Truly unfortunate! Hurry up, I just want to get back and have a nap!”

Under normal circumstances, Fujiwara Seiho would have been furious hearing this, especially with tonight’s events—everyone’s mood was already foul, and the oil rat’s words were like adding fuel to the fire.

Yet, Fujiwara Seiho didn’t get angry. After listening to the oil rat’s words, he seemed struck by something, abruptly lifting his head to stare at the oil rat like a ghost: ”What did you just say?”

The oil rat’s heart skipped a beat, thinking he had provoked this ruthless Dongyang figure with his words. He shivered and chuckled awkwardly, saying:

”N-nothing, let’s just keep moving.”

”No!”

Fujiwara Seiho suddenly shouted, his face ashen; he had finally realized what was wrong!

Fujiwara Seiho snatched the flashlight from the bodyguard beside him and shone it forward.

Upon seeing another identical fork ahead, Fujiwara Seiho’s face turned deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead:

”How is this happening, why are there forked paths!?”

Beside him, Gao Yuyuan’s heart skipped a beat, as if the answer was on the tip of his tongue. He looked at Fujiwara Seiho with a sense of unease and asked, ”Master, what’s wrong?”

Taking a heavy blow, Fujiwara Seiho sat down, his face terrifyingly dark, and after a long pause, his voice, as chilling as if it came from the depths of hell:

”We’ve been fooled. The designer of this tunnel is a maniac, we’ve all been tricked! This isn’t the way back, we’ve been wandering in this Underground Palace—it’s a maze, we’re lost!”

Gao Yuyuan’s eyes widened upon hearing this.

The oil rat still didn’t grasp the situation and asked, ”Mr. Fujiwara, is something wrong? We indeed just kept going north, and with so many forks, we always took the left; what’s wrong with that...”

Before he finished speaking, realization dawned on the oil rat.

The oil rat wasn’t stupid, and even though he lagged a step behind, it only took him a few seconds to understand the problem, a look of terror spread across his face.

”Forked paths, we’ve been walking for two hours; how many forked paths have we crossed?!”

The oil rat looked at everyone’s faces and finally understood why Gao Yuyuan was so terrified—even Fujiwara Seiho was scared.

On the way in, they traversed forked paths, and logically, upon entering the passageway, there were two entrances; they chose the left one, which meant upon entering the passage, when reaching the exit, there should be only one exit, not two.

The designer of the tunnel wouldn’t create two parallel tunnels, as it would be utterly pointless.

This principle is straightforward and something an ordinary person can figure out; yet now, on their way back, they faced the same forked paths—it utterly defies logic.